Nash's breath came in ragged gasps, eyes wide as he looked down at the mess of their tangled bodies, Sarra's pussy still twitching around the last remnants of his cum, her abdomen slightly swollen, fluids leaking in thick trails from between her thighs.
His cock was still half-hard, throbbing against her soft skin.
He couldn't tear his eyes away. Her breasts, heavy and flushed, rose and fell in shallow breaths. Her lips were parted, face glowing with spent pleasure.
"Fuck..." he muttered, voice hoarse. "She's... unreal."
His hand slid down her side, fingers trembling as they traced the curve of her waist, then her ass, slick, round, glistening with sweat and wine.
He spread her cheeks again, wide, exposing the flushed pink of her stretched pussy and the tight ring of her ass.
Just the sight sent a jolt down his spine. He couldn't help it. His hips twitched forward, cock rising again, aching for more.
But before he could sink back in, Lina's hand pressed against his chest.
